Many A Door, No Exit Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Many A Door, No Exit
Gates of exit and all well-lit,
A choice I have and I choose it,
Freedom I have to choose my choice,
Call it a democratic voice,
But no choice to consequences,
That choice has always been but His,
A dilemma digging at core,
A catch-22's tricky door!
But what will be oh will sure be,
Can't still leave it to destiny,
Call it a fate or some deity,
Choosing, not to choose, too is choice,
For, exercised have I my voice!
And God will sure ask a question:
Pray, as to my expectation,
Did ye live up to that, my son?
Yet, whatsoever I may choose,
Duly cooked up seems my goose!
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Reflections | 11.03.2019 |
Que sera, sera (what will be, will be)
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4/25/2024 1:37:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Freedom I have to choose my choice, Call it a democratic voice, But no choice to consequences, .....much impressive and meaningful. A well delineated poem is amazingly shared. 10
A ten from a great poet, thank you so much dear KM.